

metamorphosesi am a worrier.metamorphoses
i will become a warrior.
angels with wings won't stop and curse me.
i will break their legs, curse their hips,
and make them rock back and forth in a heavenly earthquake.
i will have wings to fly away with, look down,
and then come back.
because i will have the courage to come back home.
and the angels will welcome me back
and i will stand up and scream.
because i will have the courage to scream until my lungs fail.
because i will have the courage to curse my craven belly &nb


busy was the beethe saddest song is the buzzingbusy was the bee
of your phone when you're
not there to answer or the sound of our
real life fears falling to the floor as we scramble to save the ones not our own.


going blindi'm afraid of going blind because i'll hate the way i look.going blind


x-rays collideyou can't write a poem about being angry in history class but you can try to write about being blind and resorting to echolocationx-rays collide
and drowning in the sounds of screaming as you find your way home.
you can try and write about inverting photographs
so they look like x-rays colliding and not himhertogether.
you can't write about being jealous because everyone will know of who and you can't write about your values because half never stay true.
i can write about you but i can't write about me.


Fake story, True murder Writer Turns Profit, Deadly ResultsFake story, True murder
In a neighborhood A neighborhood filled with secrets Theirs a house A house at the very end The last house on the street
A writer sits Sits in his chair At his desk Writing Writing a deep, dark future A future known only to him
Writing day after day Writing this dark future A
The Scarecrow
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"It was a pleasure to burn..."
--451--
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Fancy costumes are pointless, nudists get all the attention.
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[Love is never simple
But, believing is and if you believe
in the one that you truly love
then, everything's going to be ok.]
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"It was a pleasure to burn..."
--451--
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